I'm very sorry for your loss. Don't beat yourself up. You were with Sunny until the end and she knew she was loved. Prayers sent.

Thank you all for your prayers and well wishes.

The Vet called just a little bit ago. I told her thst Sunny D had passed. She wanted to know if she could do anything for me. Asked if I wanted her to pick up Sunny D's body. If I wanted to cremate her. I told the Vet that I didn't know.

I didn't think this day would come this soon, I haven't even thought about it.

Burying Sunny D in the back yard is free, but I don't have anything to put her in and I can't stand the thought of just putting her in the dirt.

Group cremation is $150.00, but I hate the thought of her being put in the oven with other dogs.

A private cremation is $180.00 and I can have her ashes back. I have to let the Vet know before noon for her to pickup Sunny D's remains. After that I will have to take her to another Vet, or drive her remains to another country to meet up with Sunny D's Vet. She's a mobile vet, and she is going to be in another country tomorrow for appointments.

I'm not sure what I'm going to do.


ARman

So very sorry for your loss.

A make shift box or pet casket is fine. We buried our Lhasa of 17 years with his toys and a few family items. A spruce tree now grows over top. Save the money and bury your pet at home. You will do fine. Strength to you all.

I'm very sorry for your loss, friend. The suddenness is a terrible part of it. She'll have many friends on the other side. I'll pray for your peace & comfort.

I will cover the cost of private creamation.

My deep condolences. I went through a similar situation a few months ago with my cat Spike. He was unresponsive and had to be put down, while I held him. I had him cremated and his ashes are in a little urn alongside those of his older brother Rusty in one of my curio cabinets.

RIP Sunny. There is no guarantee that had you taken her to the vet earlier that the outcome would have been different. I had taken Spike to the vet just the day before and it didn't matter. When it's their time to go, they go.

You will get over this. It hurts for a while (I cried), but time helps. Remember the good times. I still have 5 other indoor cats, so could not mourn too much. It helped.

flashguy

very sad news to start the week. My condolences

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I will cover the cost of private creamation.

I will also.

So very sorry for your loss, my friend.

She is waiting for you to be with her again.



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I'm sorry ARman. I wish there was something I could say to ease the pain.

I'd go with the backyard. It's been a long time since I had a dog, but my childhood one I buried in the backyard, made a casket out of plywood, wrapped him in his favorite blanket and cut off a piece of the blanket to keep.

Whatever route you go it's a sad day, but I'll chip in with SM and Frank if you want the private cremation.

Very sorry to read of the loss of your friend. Don't beat yourself up !!
Monkey and ersatzknarf beat me to the offer but do what you feel best with, people here will cover it.

Very sorry for your loss. If you choose to bury, perhaps wrap her in her favorite blanket?

So sorry to hear that.

Count me in, though I'd have to do a Paypal transaction, whatever is decided, I'd love to help in some way. My last golden was named Sundance, or Sunny for short. I'll always be reminded of my past pups and share in your pain brother, RIP sweet girl..

I lost the older of my two dogs last month. It's incredibly painful. You have my condolences.

Prayers sent for all of you...so very sorry...

I'm so sorry for the loss of your pup. Take care of yourself.

I'm sorry ARman.

Please count me in with Monkey and the others. I'll happily help toward the cost of a private cremation.

So very sorry for your loss.

It's hard, but try not to blame yourself too much.

I had a feral tuxedo cat that hung around the house. We would feed him, but it took him years to trust us. He finally worked up the courage to hang out on the porch with us. He was socially awkward, but by watching the other cats he finally learned how to "cat" Ended up sitting in our laps. He became my old lady's best friend. I was his second best.

One day he decided he had had enough of the outdoor life and it was time to come in. Slowly, after many failed attempts due to fear he began staying in. Learned where to use the bathroom by following the other cats to the box and watching them go (it's a giant litter pan in my front bathtub and requires jumping to get to. He wasn't fixed, and never once sprayed or had an accident.

Constant companion to my old lady as she is disabled and alone at home all day when I'm at work. Hung out with me when I was sick and stuck in bed. Slept with us all the time and even tolerated my jimmy legs knocking him all around the bed. He loved Saturday mornings when I would go out to get Carls JR breakfast burgers and bring them back. I'd have to order mine with a second patty on it because he would typically devour about 3/4 of one.

Fast forward a few years and I notice he is slowing way down. Asked the old lady if I should take him to the vet. It was eventually decided that , unless there was an emergency, going to the vet would probably traumatize him to the point he would never trust us again.

One Saturday evening I am sitting around having a few drinks and suddenly hear his familiar mournful howl he made when distressed. Looked over and he was dragging himself across the carpet with now non functioning hind legs. Swaddle him up in a blanket and have the old lady drive us to the emergency vet. Total incompetent shit show, but in the end he was suffering and we had him put down. Brought him home to be buried in the back. He's now outside our window buried with a flat rock spray painted black by my old lady with white lettering with his name. Basement. (We started calling him basement cat do to his awkwardness). Our big 17 pound maine coon often goes out and sleeps by his grave.

Broke my old lady's heart and I still blame myself for not taking him in earlier.

Two funny things happened since then. One is I put one of those cheap solar lawn lights over his grave to mark it when the snow gets deep. Those things don't last long was my experience. Battery's typically die quick. We have noticed that light refuses to die and lights up to this day.

Second thing is, one night I just happened to be going through the local humane society website trying to find something to bring my old lady out of her funk. Came across a four month old, male tuxedo kitten, feral rescue that had some behavioral issues. Mainly just hissing at everyone. Showed it to my old lady and said that we should go look at it. I expected to get shot down. She got real quiet. I had a few more drinks and went to bed.

Early the next morning I wake up to the sight of my old lady hovering over me telling me to get dressed, we are going to go get that kitten.

Chance the now tuxedo cat celebrated his 2nd birthday this past April. He learned how to cat much in the same manner as Basement cat. Mainly watching his big brother the 17 lb. maine coon and learning from him. When we first brought him home he had his own food and water dish and an easy to get to litter box. He wanted none of it. From day one he ate from the same location as the other cats and used the litter box in the tub.

He used to fetch paper balls and bring them back to us when he was young but he kind of lost interest in that. He spends most of his days watching his "TV" (looking out at the wildlife through the same back window where Basement was buried), making zoomies through the house and keeping my old lady company. He is very much "her" cat.

Things often can and will work out in time.

Again, my condolences friend.

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Very sorry for your loss. If you choose to bury, perhaps wrap her in her favorite blanket?

This is what we've done when our pups cross over the Rainbow Bridge. We place their favorite toy beside them and take off their collars. It gives us comfort that they're in familiar surroundings. When I can do it without crying I make a little metal grave marker.